The Glory and The Grace

You were the One

First pierced

Poured out on

Hard ground

And emptied of

The Glory and the Grace

Now it is You

Who pierces

Pouring us out on

Broken soil

And making room

For the Glory and

The Grace

Your blood runs

Clean through

And redemption pools

Even in dark places—

We die to live

Full of the Glory

And the Grace

As You fill the

Hollow spaces

Mend the cracks

Of fragile life

We are born anew

Born of You—

The Glory and the Grace

(Written in response to this beautiful post from a friend)